December 29, 2011
I do not know what to write
I my mind a plain white paper
lacking a single sensible mark
my pen hovering above the page
with ink waiting to be dispersed
yet unable to create a rhythm nor a rhyme
no more memories to hark back
that could possibly evoke a single word
from my heart numb of feeling
unendurable, devoid of emotion
with no more magic
nor fluttering butterflies
just a boring blank slate
I am tired of the emptiness
that will not leave me alone

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